That's all I'll say though. Rachel can fill in the details. In the meantime, the kids and I have been having a pretty routine week- which is to say, we're having a great time. We go swimming a lot at the Kroc center. The kids had their play practice and have their parts all memorized. There was a mid-week church activity we attended, and we spent time at a few different parks, both indoor and out. Things are good.
I really don't have a whole lot else to say. With Rachel gone, my mind has seemingly, on it's own accord, developed an outline for a story about a truck driver (Oden, but goes by Odie) who picks up hitchhikers and has deep philosophical conversations with them as he makes his way from Albuquerque to New Orleans. These interactions takes up about half of the story. Come to find out though, there's this big reveal where we learn that these people are actually all in his head, as insightful as some of the thoughts may be. He has become senile over the years of solitary work, and is sent to an institution where they medicate him back into "himself." The treatment, however, leaves him an empty shell which, instead of being able to meditate on great unsolvable mysteries, simply looks forward to the next serving of processed strawberry shortcake (lunch on Wednesdays). In spite of this, our hero continues to have brief interactions with "Eve," who is an especially developed character who was first encountered as a hitchhiker, but who somehow ends up in the same institution. Eve is a somewhat eccentric skeptic, and is easily entertained with riddles. The last scene in the story is where the main character breaks down into thoughtless oblivion after learning of Eve's death.
The end.
Scary, isn't it, the thoughts I turn to without meaningful adult interaction?
Anyway, have a good week!
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| One of two picnics we went on. The weather has been great- bring on the Spring! |
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